The Source of the Miasma
Together with Sakura, we venture deep into the eastern forest to investigate the source of the miasma. Due to the influence of the monster we encountered earlier, the forest exudes an eerie atmosphere. The trees are withered, the ground is blackened, and the miasma hangs thick in the air.
“I have a feeling this miasma isn’t just the power of that monster.” I keep a watchful eye on our surroundings while holding the Harp of Atlantis. “Perhaps a darker, more profound power lies lurking here.”
Sakura moves cautiously, her nose picking up the scent of medicinal herbs. “The miasma seems to be getting denser as we head toward the center of the forest. There might be something out of the ordinary there.”
We proceed cautiously through the miasma-infested forest. Suddenly, we hear a moan coming from ahead. As we approach the source of the sound, we find a wolf lying on the ground. The wolf is gasping in agony, its body ravaged by the miasma.
“Poor thing…” Sakura approaches the wolf, trying to heal its wounds. However, the miasma is too strong, nullifying the effects of Sakura’s medicinal herbs.
I played the Lyre of Atlantis, sending its sacred melody to the wolf. The sound of the lyre soothed the wolf’s pain and began to purify the miasma within its body. Soon, the wolf’s body was enveloped in light, and it gradually began to recover.
After a while, the wolf awoke and expressed its gratitude to us. “Thank you… Thanks to you, I’ve been saved.”
I ask the wolf, “Do you know anything about this forest? Do you have any idea where the miasma might be coming from?”
The wolf replies, “A dark power has dwelled in this forest since ancient times. It is said that this power emanates from a forgotten temple at the heart of the forest. An evil spirit may have taken up residence there and is manipulating the miasma.”
Sakura’s expression changed. “A forgotten temple… I didn’t know such a place existed.”
I thanked the wolf and resolved to head for the temple. “Thank you, wolf. Your information will guide us.”
The wolf watched us depart and vanished into the depths of the forest. We set off once more, heading for the forgotten temple. The forest grew darker and darker, and the miasma grew thicker. Yet, with the Lyre of Atlantis in my hand and hope in my heart, I pressed forward. Sakura, too, trusted me and walked alongside me.
Eventually, a massive temple appears before our eyes. The temple is decayed and covered in moss, its appearance testifying to the long years it has endured. The entrance to the temple is shrouded in black miasma, and an evil aura drifts out from within. I raise the Lyre of Atlantis and step inside the temple.
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